Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Three | Meeting Venturi (Part Two)

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Three

M E E T I N G V E N T U R I

PART TWO

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I took a wild guess and figured he was talking to me. I was pretty sure he was safer to be with than my two lovely harassers and made a dash towards him. Only, I forgot that my jeans were not exactly where they were supposed to be and tripped. Somehow Venturi was close enough to reach over and grab hold of my shoulders before I could hit the ground.

I heard him let out a sigh. He pulled me closer to him and pulled my jeans up himself. I couldn't stop my face from heating up as he zippered and buttoned it as well. When he was finished he pushed me behind him and looked back at the two boys who were now cowering in fear at the entrance of the ally.

"You asswipes under anyone?" He asked.

The two boys shook their heads. "N-No," said the jean unbuttoner. "We're just two punks is all, honest."

"If we had known that she was yours, Venturi, we would have left the girl alone."

Venturi sighed. "Get out of my sigh before I decide to kill you."

The two boys let out yelps as they ran away in fear. I think they actually wet themselves.

I stood behind Venturi for an awkward moment, staring at my feet while tugging at the bottom of my Golden Heart Volunteer T-Shirt and biting my bottom lip in embarrassment. My head perked up when I noticed Venturi walk to the entrance of the ally way and picked up my bag.

"Here," he said, holding it out for me.

"Ah, thank you." I took it from him, giving him a thankful smile. "Also, thank you for helping me."

"Are you an idiot?" he asked gruffly.

"W-What?" I stuttered.

"Why the hell was a small thing like you walking out so late at night?"

I bristled. Why the hell did my sized always come up in conversation? "I didn't have money for the bus so I-"

"So you decided it was better to walk? Why didn't you just take a cab?"

I frowned and put my hands on my hips. "If I didn't have money for the bus than how would I have money for a cab?"

"You could have asked the cab driver to wait while you went into your home and got money," Venturi explained tiredly.

I opened my mouth to counter that argument but quickly shut it since he was right. "Well...it's late and I wasn't thinking straight."

"Obviously." He let out an aggravated sigh. He grabbed my hand and started to drag me away. "Come on, I'll take you home." He pulled me to a rather awesome looking motorcycle and handed me the helmet that lay on the handle bar. "Here."

I stared at the helmet for a moment. "Um...I'm pretty sure if I'm not allowed to get in cars with strangers than I'm also not allowed to get on motorcycles with strangers. Also, my mom's a nurse so she's banned me from ever riding motorcycles anyway..."